"Who is this?" He said bewildered.
"Dont ask me questions" I said quietly "Just Listen"
"Erm...ok" he answered
"Now when you were 19 did you have a girlfriend called Dionne Bianclie?"
"Erm Yes"
"Did she take you to her friends party?"
He paused "Yes...why?"
"Shh!" I said sharply
"And- did you by any chance meet a girl there called Emily Mortue?"
"Yes-Yes I did! Who is this?!"
I took a deep breath and said softly "Its me"
I heard his hands clench the phone
"Emily?" He whispered
"Uh-huh!" I smiled
"Wow! Emily! Are you sure? I cant stop thinking about that night- About you..."
"Aidon...." I started crying "Where did you go?"
"You dad hauled me away... he threw me out...I tried to explain-but- he didnt listen"
He took a deep breath and then he exclaimed,
"Emily! I have to see you again! I cant stop dreaming of you! Meet me at my house at
8:00... Ill take you out for dinner to Le Chemnbrulle... Ill pay! Oh Please say
yes!"
"Yes! I shuted crying tears of joy "Oh yes, yes, yes , yes, yes!"
"Awesome....Ill see you then!"
"Wait I exclaimed "Where do you live?"
"Oh yes....65 Everton Lane!"
"Ok" I said joyfully. Everton Lane was a wonderful street, full of beautiful white
victorian houses, with marble fountains spurting wonderful turqouise water, and
studded with beautiful gems.
"Ill see you at eight then?" He asked
"Of course! I cant wait!" I replied
"Ok then! Its been great talking to you Emily"
"Likewise!" I smiled
"Bye my sweet angel!" He said
"Goodbye Aidon!" I laughed. The phone line went blank.
I smiled as I looked at my watch. It was almost 6:00
"Time to make myself pretty!"
And I rushed to my make-up desk to get myself ready.

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